Its infamy also sounded well beyond St. Louis and Route 66 or even the United States. The motel was many things to many people.The original ten bungal...ws were built in 1941-1942 and its infamy was nearly instantaneous, at least locally. To roadside fans, Coral Court was a shrine. To many St. Louisans, the motel was a rite of passage. Attending a late night prom party and escaping with a Court towel or matchbook was a must for any local teenager.For many who preferred to remain anonymous, the. Katie just smirked and said "Hi Dave." from the couch. He didn't seem at all worried that she was coated in cum and had just had her ass eaten out by a co-worker!Looking to clarify the situation I asked: "Hi Dave. long time no see. Um, are you cool with this?" Dave just laughed and said: "Katie is a woman with certain appetite's. As long as she saves the pussy for me I'm fine with it." "Save's the pussy?" I asked. Katie spoke up and said: "As a Catholic I am not supposed to have sex outside of. “Put the garter and stockings on first.” Chills ran through my body as he hands them to me and I step back in, again he doesn’t, nor did I close the curtain.This time there was something different about how he watched me. It was more intense, there was lust in his eyes. I was a little confused until I notice the bulge in his pants. I have him my brain screamed, I did turn him on! My lord, I’m so wet it’s now running down my legs. He has to see this!?! I’m just going to leave it and let him see. 'Hi', he remarked upon seeing me curled up on the sofa, 'Like a glass of wine', and quite unexpectedly, he came up behind me, bent down and kissed me on my cheek, I could feel the instant reaction, as my nipples hardened and stood out against my bra-less t-shirt, when Jack walked off into the kitchen, and returned with two very full glasses.I saw his eyes on my nipples, I confess, I was past caring and I wanted him to see me in such an excited state and before long, he was refilling my glass,.